[Intro: Chiming 12-string acoustic guitar riff, percussive body slaps, syncopated handclaps] [Chords: A, D/A, E/A, D/A] [Instrumentation: 12-string acoustic guitar, crisp handclaps on 2 and 4, subtle tambourine] [Mood: Nostalgic, buoyant, expectant] [Verse 1] [Instrumentation: Acoustic guitar and handclaps, soft bass drum heartbeat] [Vocalist: Male Lead, warm gritty baritone, conversational phrasing] [Chords: A, D, E, A] [Mood: Storytelling, calm] Little ditty 'bout a bright white hull Slipping off the Island, to the cry of a gull FRA Forty resting easy by the R C Y C dock Toronto in the distance ticking down on the clock Bough-man on the foredeck checking tack and ring Pit sorting halyards through the clutch and the rings Skipper got a squint against the bright summer sun Counting down the sequence to the five-minute gun [Pre-Chorus] [Instrumentation: Melodic bass enters with warm groove, acoustic strumming opens wide] [Vocalist: Male Lead, rising melodic tension] [Chords: F#m, D, A, E] Telltales streaming out straight and true Forty feet of fiberglass running with the crew Take a wrap on the Harken, click it in the jaw Hear the mainsheet groan against the fresh lake blow! [Chorus] [Instrumentation: Full band swells, driving rhythm guitar, tambourine, wide stereo spread] [Vocalist: Male Lead with Three-Part Harmony on the hook] [Chords: A, E, D, A, E, D] [Mood: Anthemic, triumphant, soaring heartland rock] [All] Oh yeah, let the First Forty run! Cutting Lake Ontario into the sun! [Lead] Oh yeah, got the rail in the foam Ten pairs of calloused hands pulling FRA Forty home! (Pulling her home!) [Break: Sudden dropout of drums, single ringing acoustic strum] [Handclaps on beats 2 and 4] [Beat Drop: Massive gated rock drums slam in, driving melodic bass line enters hard] [Chords: A, D, E, D] [Instrumentation: 12-string acoustic locked with punchy electric rhythm guitars and snare] [Verse 2] [Instrumentation: Full rhythm section, driving kick and snare, ringing Telecaster fills] [Vocalist: Male Lead, punchy, in-the-pocket delivery] Now the rail meat's hiking till their knuckles turn white Dipping in the fresh green lake, holding on tight Tactician calls a lift rolling off the Island shore Punching through the chop, asking her for more Farr designed the lines to slice right through the swell Every single inch of her working fast and well Trimmer's on the traveler, watching every puff Working through the gusts when Ontario gets rough [Pre-Chorus] [Instrumentation: Driving bass line, snare building in intensity, ride cymbal wash] [Vocalist: Male Lead with High Harmony entering on second line] We rounded up the weather mark, popping out the kite Nylon catching heaven against the skyline bright Hear the halyards slapping like a metronome beat Nothing in the sailing world feels half as sweet! [Chorus] [Instrumentation: Full driving band, wide stereo guitars, punchy backbeat] [Vocalist: Male Lead with Three-Part Harmony] [Mood: Anthemic] [All] Oh yeah, let FRAH Forty run! Cutting Lake Ontario into the sun! [Lead] Oh yeah, got the rail in the foam Ten pairs of calloused hands pulling FRA Forty home! (Pulling her home!) [Bridge: Complete arrangement drop, solo acoustic guitar and handclaps only] [Vocalist: Male Lead, intimate, reflective, raw emotion] [Mood: Nostalgic, sincere, philosophical] [Male Lead] Hold on to the wheel while the wind is alive Work week is waiting, but out here we thrive Years roll by like the swells from the south Taste the fresh lake spray on the corner of your mouth It ain't about the silver, nor the pennant on the stay It’s the crew on the rail at the ending of the day Yeah, hold on to FRA Forty... let the city fade away. [Drum Solo: Gated toms rolling across stereo field, building dynamic intensity] [Electric Guitar Solo: Classic rock Telecaster lick, biting tone, soulful blues bend] [Crescendo: Swelling crash cymbals and bass slide] [Chorus] [Instrumentation: Explosive full arrangement, maximum dynamic energy, wide guitars] [Vocalist: Male Lead belted, Three-Part Harmony stacked wide] [All] Oh yeah, let FRAH Forty run! Cutting Lake Ontario into the sun! [Lead] Oh yeah, got the rail in the foam Ten pairs of calloused hands pulling FRA Forty home! [Chorus: Extended Tag] [Call] (Where are we running?) [Response] We're running with the breeze! [Call] (Who's on the helm?) [Response] Steering her with ease! [Lead] Oh yeah, watch that blue hull roam Ten tired souls pulling FRA Forty home! [Outro] Just a little ditty 'bout the FRA Forty... Back through the Island cut. Fenders over the side. (Cold pint on the lawn...) Yeah, French-bred lines and an RCYC ride. [Harmonies: Soft vocal hums] Hold on to the wheel... Let her run. (Let her run...) [Fade Out] [Acoustic guitar strum resonates into lingering hall reverb] [End]
